fierce dog

"Hey, why is it so cloudy outside?" At noon, a colleague stood by the window and looked at the weather outside, "I don't even think it's getting dark now."

"Didn't it say that it's going to snow today?" The colleague next to him said, "I think it's going to rain."

Mo Dong turned his head and looked out of the window, black clouds crowded together in the sky, as if they were about to fall down at any moment.

For some reason, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his heart inexplicably.

By the time I got off work, it was already dark outside, and there was no trace of the sun at all.

When the leader came out of the office, it was rare for him to say kindly: "Hurry up and get off work, it might rain in this weather, so don't get drenched in the rain."

Everyone in the office started to pack their things, and Mo Dong, without exception, saved the files in the computer and walked out of the office building.

It was dull outside, and the world seemed to be covered with a layer of black veil, and it was gray.

Mo Dong walked back to the community quickly, looking up at the sky from time to time, worried about the sudden rain that would suddenly fall at an unknown time.

There was a sudden noise not far away, it seemed that someone was arguing, the movement was loud, piercing the heaviness before the rainstorm.

Following the sound, Mo Dong saw the neighborhood where he lived, paused, and then quickly walked over.

Many people surrounded the courtyard of the community. Not only that, but also many people poked their heads out of their windows, and everyone was watching this farce.

Call it a farce - Mo Dong thinks it is not, but in the eyes of other people who are not used to it, maybe this is a farce suitable for chatting after dinner.

It has been almost half a year since moving here, and Mo Dong has never seen Song Zhengguo with his own eyes, and every time he imagined Song Zhengguo from other people's words, or from the voices that sounded upstairs from time to time.This also caused Song Zhengguo to always have a huge, violent, beast-like image in his mind.

So when he saw the thin man in the yard throwing a stick at Song Zhou's head for the first time, he almost didn't realize that it was Song Zhengguo.

It was completely different from what he had imagined. The man in front of him was wearing a decent shirt and trousers. Although the traces of the years could be seen on his face, the overall attire could not make people imagine his usual appearance at all.

If it was not at this time, but before meeting on the road, Mo Dong would even think that he is a middle-aged man who is easy to get along with.

If it weren't for the madness in his face and eyes at this time, his hair and clothes would be messy due to the movement, and the stick in his hand would hit Song Zhou who was crouching on the ground with his head in his arms......

Mo Dong will definitely think that he is a gentle person.

Mo Dong actually couldn't remember what he was thinking in his mind at the moment, but the kind of punch in the back of the head and the anger that went straight to the top of his head made him hard to forget until a long time later.

Standing in place for a second, it may be longer or shorter, but then Mo Dong rushed towards Song Zhengguo without hesitation, and punched Song Zhengguo in the face who was raising his leg to kick Song Zhou's head.

Because there were too many onlookers, no one dared to stop him, and no one stepped forward to block him, so Song Zhengguo never thought that he would be knocked out of his body by a boy who suddenly jumped out.

But the burning pain and the anger of being provoked in front of so many people made him react in the next second, turning his head and glaring at Mo Dong viciously.

The sudden abnormal sound caused Song Zhou, who had been silent since Song Zhengguo started to fight, raised his head. When he saw Mo Dong, his fingers suddenly trembled, and then he roared out in a hoarse voice. Voice: "Go away!"

"Go to your mother!" The outrageous anger made Mo Dong's brain into a mess. He couldn't understand why Song Zhengguo wanted to treat Song Zhou so cruelly, and he couldn't understand why there were so many people around but no one came out to help Song Zhou. , and even more puzzled why Song Zhou curled up on the ground like a motionless doll, allowing Song Zhengguo to humiliate and beat him.

Why?Why?

Why would Song Zhou get hurt every now and then?Why has he finally felt that Song Zhou is more relaxed than before, and Song Zhou has to face these again?

Why did Song Zhou deserve this?

The stick was still in Song Zhengguo's hand, and it was easy to lift it up and aim at Mo Dong's face, and it was also easy to hit him hard.

He didn't hesitate, in fact, he never hesitated in beating someone.

The iron rod was lifted high, and with a piercing sound piercing the wind, it slammed towards Mo Dong fiercely.

Mo Dong was still looking at Song Zhou for the last second, but he didn't expect Song Zhenghui to attack him suddenly. He couldn't react in time, so he could only subconsciously raise his arms to hug his head.

"Bang—" there was a heavy sound, but Mo Dong didn't feel the pain.

He raised his head and saw Song Zhou who flew over from the ground and hugged him.

"Song Zhou, get the hell out of here!" Song Zhengguo roared angrily, his hands still moving.

The target of his anger has changed from Song Zhou to Mo Dong.

"Bang—" Another sound hit Song Zhou hard on the back.

Mo Dong felt his whole body trembling, whether it was fear, anger, or distress, he didn't quite understand.

"You..." He heard an unpleasant voice in his throat, and raised his hand in vain to make Song Zhou let go.

"Let go of me! Song Zhou!" Mo Dong was about to go crazy, Song Zhengguo had become unstoppable at this time, and he attacked Song Zhou again and again like a beast.

"Don't move..." Song Zhou's hoarse voice rang next to his ears, and then he hugged him tightly so that he couldn't move at all.

Song Zhou was in pain.

Song Zhou became more painful for himself.

Mo Dong has never felt that he is such a waste for a moment.

Xu was that the people around finally couldn't stand it anymore, someone secretly called the police, and the police car with siren sounding drove to the gate of the community not long after.

The two policemen got out of the car, looked at the scene in front of them, and warned Song Zhengguo loudly in surprise, telling him to stop and throw down the iron rod in his hand.

But it was useless, Song Zhengguo couldn't hear other voices at all at this time, and his eyes were already red.

In the end, two police officers rushed up with electric batons, one locked Song Zhengguo's neck, and the other beat the electric baton on his waist before he was forced to subdue him.

Song Zhou and Mo Dong were saved just like that, with the two policemen who had just arrived were saved.

"Are you all right?" After turning Song Zhengguo into the car, a policeman came to ask Mo Dong and Song Zhou.

Mo Dong stood there in a daze, without any injuries on his body, but Song Zhou looked particularly terrifying, with no good spots on his body.

"The ambulance is here. You should take care of the wound first, and then follow us to the police station to take a statement." The policeman looked at the wound on Song Zhou's body, shook his head with some reluctance, turned around and called the people in the ambulance to come over quickly.

When the police left, Song Zhou turned his head to look at Mo Dong, took his arm and watched carefully, his tone was full of worry: "Did you hit you just now?"

Mo Dong didn't speak.

Song Zhou was a little anxious, "Speak up, did he hit you just now?"

"No," Mo Dong finally raised his eyes to Song Zhou, his heart trembled.

"Then you..." Song Zhou was still checking if there was any injury on Mo Dong's body, and Mo Dong suddenly grabbed his wrist, "Don't you hurt?"

Song Zhou paused, and said to Mo Dong, "I don't feel pain."

"You fart!" Mo Dong pointed to the bleeding wound on Song Zhou's head, then lifted his shirt, revealing the scars inside, gritted his teeth and asked tremblingly, "How can you not be in pain?"

Why not fight back?

Why did you let Song Zhengguo beat you?

Why do you still pretend to be okay when you are beaten so badly?

Mo Dong really wanted to ask Song Zhou clearly, but in the end he swallowed everything back.

"Forget it, it doesn't hurt if you say it doesn't hurt." Mo Dong turned around and walked to the ambulance, pulled Song Zhou who was following behind into the car, and asked the nurse to treat his wound.

"Do you have any wounds that need to be treated?" Another nurse asked Mo Dong.

Mo Dong looked at Song Zhou who was quietly being bandaged in front of him, and shook his head.

The nurse lifted Song Zhou's clothes, checked the wound on his back, frowned and stretched out her hand to press, asking him if it hurts.

Song Zhou didn't answer, but looked up at Mo Dong next to him.

"What do you think I am doing? The nurse is asking you." Mo Dong said.

Song Zhou pursed his lower lip before replying, "It hurts."

The nurse pressed the button again, "What about here?"

"It hurts too."

After changing several places in a row, Song Zhou complained of pain, and it seemed that the pain was severe, and sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

After taking off the gloves, the nurse said: "The ribs may be broken, and the possibility of internal bleeding cannot be ruled out. You should go to the hospital now to take an X-ray to confirm."

"So serious?" Mo Dong frowned, and his voice became tense.

"He has been beaten so many times on his back, and there are still bruises on his stomach. It is good that he is not injured." The nurse said, "Just in case, let's go to the hospital to take a picture. If it's just a broken rib It’s okay, it can recover on its own. No matter how serious it is, it may cause internal bleeding, and no one can tell until the film is taken.”

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